The Wild Geese

Can you feel it in the air?
Autumn's Ghost begins to stir
Like whisping leaves and frosty nights,
Huddled warmth in blankets tight,
& Have you heard their distant speech?
Overhead, they honk their piece:
"Honk ga-honk honk HONK ga-honk!"
Flapping by, they squeak and squawk,
Tugging at this traveller's heart
Until it's time I must depart.


© 2009 Jubal Faircloth